There had to be a reason why they were not going to marry. They had both been so adamant about it. What the devil was the reason?

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

This time her heart would not break, even though it would hurt and hurt for a long time to come. Perhaps for the rest of her life. But it would not break. She had the strength to go on alone.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

I am free, you see," she said, "to love or to withhold love. Love and dependence need no longer be the same thing to me. I am free to love. that is why I love you and it is the way I love you. If you have come here, Kit, because you think you owe me something, because you believe I might crumble without your protection, then go away again with my blessing and find happiness with someone else." "I love you," he said again.

Was memory always as much of a burden as it could sometimes be a blessing.

It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.